Tell the boss I’m starting late today

 

Your discontent preceded you
sounding footfalls on the floor
couched in a kiss so heavily intentional;
the right thing to do before heading out the door

But the eyes and tone spoke disapproval.
Immediately flipping through mental list:
What promise did I make that I’ve forgotten?
What expected duty have I missed?

So this morning I’m folding, I’m scrubbing, I’m sorting --
it won’t be perfection, but I’ll make it alright,
to prove that we’re still on the same team here
and leave nothing open for judgement tonight.